Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
2. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
3. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
4. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
5. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
6. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
7. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
8. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
9. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
10. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
11. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
12. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
13. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
14. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
15. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
16. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
17. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
18. Psalm One 4/15/2014
19. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
20. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
21. To My End And To Its End... 4/15/2014
22. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
23. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
24. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
25. Promises Of The Storm 4/15/2014
26. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
27. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
28. Sonnet V 4/14/2014
29. Ahmad Al-Za'Tar 9/5/2013
30. Defiance 4/15/2014
31. The Pigeons Fly 4/15/2014
32. We Journey Towards A Home 4/16/2014
33. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
34. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
35. The Exiles Don'T Look Back… 4/15/2014
36. It Is Night And She Is Lonely… 4/15/2014
37. On Man 9/5/2013
38. The Violins 9/5/2013
39. In Jerusalem 9/3/2013
40. To A Young Poet 9/3/2013
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

I Come From There

I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep ...

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Under Siege

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.

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A country preparing for dawn. We grow less intelligent
For we closely watch the hour of victory:

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